Enveloped in a valley low
the village quietly sleeps,
as stormy clouds away they blow
for all their tears they've weeped.
A new dawn begins with promise grand
as warmth of sun peeks through,
rich glow is spread across the land
in fine tapestry to view.
The heavens shine upon this place
nestled in quiet peace,
you can almost see the hand of grace
God's blessings are released.
As village wakes the hills shine bright
another day of wistful toil,
this day is such a beauteous sight
as tenderly they'll turn that fertile soil.
Author notes
Picture Credit - The Hill by Stefan Cios
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A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration #8 by Frodofan.
380 points, ended July 16, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I like this. I thought the last line had a few too many syllables however. It seemed a choppy ending to otherwise a relatively smooth poem. That's my only critique for this one. I like how you really described the picture. You sort of gave it movement.
Thanks so much for entering and sorry I didn't get to commenting until now.
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wow a great write mum
xxx cheeky xxx
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